Mail Order Bride: Redeeming The Deaf Rancher: Redeemed Western Historical Mail Order Brides, #9

By Kenneth Markson

Mail Order Bride: Redeeming The Deaf Rancher: A Sweet Clean Historical Mail Order Bride Western Victorian Romance (Redeemed Western Historical Mail Order Brides Book 9) is a sweet, clean, inspirational western romance novelette.

Ruth, a pretty teacher in a prestigious Boston school, stands by her principles and is discharged. A vindictive headmaster closes any opportunities open to her, and she decides to go to Los Angeles as a mail order bride. Chet, a tall, handsome rancher, heroically tries to save a teller during a bank robbery. He is shot, and an ensuing explosion severely damages his ears, leaving him deaf. Can Ruth teach Chet to overcome his disability and live life to the fullest again? Can they survive a future disaster? Will they both find love together? 

If you enjoyed this story, you may also enjoy the other books in Kenneth's mail order brides Redeemed series, "A Wife For Charlie," "Clara And The Outlaw," "A Bride For Jim," "A Husband For Laurie," "Redeemed By Love," "The Surprise Widow," "Redeemed By The Scarred Bride," "Redeeming The Crippled Cowboy," or Kenneth's mail order brides Rescued series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kenneth Markson
• Release date: May 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9780996554657

Kenneth Markson

While an English major at college, I wrote a column which was published weekly. I have been writing ever since. The old West and Los Angeles in the forties are eras which lend themselves to tales of romance, courage, and fast paced adventure. I particularly enjoy writing stories about the mail order brides who fearlessly took a chance and traveled West, hoping to find love and a better future. Many of the locales that I write about are places that I have either traveled through or actually lived in. I try to make my works richly accurate. My desire is to provide you with an entertaining and fun read. When I'm not writing, I enjoy spending time with my wife and two children.

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To my wife and children, always.

Chapter 1

Principal Horace Ridgely had a stern look on his face as he nervously walked about his office.  His patrician jaw jutted out in anger, as he thoroughly digested the dressing down which he had received from one of the Mansfield School's biggest donors.  Being reminded that he was merely a puppet on a string, put him in an extremely foul mood.

He turned suddenly, when the door to his office opened, and teacher Ruth Carlisle stepped inside.

You wanted to see me, Principal Ridgely? Ruth asked pleasantly.

Yes, Miss Carlisle, I do, Principal Ridgely replied tersely. 

His manner was noticeably short, as his hard, dark eyes focused on her.  Ruth wondered silently what had put the man in such a disagreeable mood.  While he had never struck her as being overly cheerful, Principal Ridgely seemed to be in a particularly foul temper that afternoon.

This is your first year here at Mansfield, is it not? Principal Ridgely asked in an imperious tone.

Yes, it is, Ruth replied.

You believe it is a privilege to teach here at the Mansfield School, don't you?

Ruth's pretty blue eyes stared back at him.

Yes, I do, she replied.

Principal Ridgely clenched his hands together behind his back, as he strolled stiffly erect across the wooden floor.

Let me explain to you what a privilege it is, he said, as he sucked in his breath as if to deliver a dissertation.

The Mansfield School is one of the finest preparatory schools in this city.  The children of Boston's ruling elite have a long and glorious history of attending here, and it is my job to make sure that they continue to do so.  Without their considerable patronage and money, neither you, Miss Carlisle, nor I, nor the school itself would exist.

Ruth wondered what all this puffery was leading up to.  She was certainly aware of the prestigious nature of the school, and given her poor background, was very happy to have the job.

I understand, Principal Ridgely, she replied.

I hope you do, he said.

Principal Ridgely stopped walking, and turned suddenly to face her.

The Parsons boy is in your class, isn't he?

So that's what this is all about, Ruth thought to herself.  She might have known.

Robert Parsons is one of the students in my class, Ruth said.

Principal Ridgely's dark eyes glowered at her.

"His father, Reginald Parsons came to see me this morning, and he was none too happy.  The boy has told him that you unfairly